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They call what I treasure …. rubbish

 

Photos by C.E. Pereira

Antiques! Vintage! Classic!
Out of my reach to buy.
But family heirlooms,
I treasure these old things.

My grandfather’s clock.
It tells more than time.
Death strikes at nine.
Its pendulum is frozen.

A wooden chest of old.
Passed to my father.
From his father. Now mine.
My treasures I keep in it.

My parents wedding gift.
A dinner and tea set of yellow.
Gold trimmings with roses.
Memories of christmas dinners.

The wooden sitting room set.
With matching flower pot stands.
Given to my father by his Aunt.
Why not to her children?

Who will I choose to inherit?
The youngsters don’t seem to care.
I am sad by their answers.
They call what I treasure …. rubbish.

By C.E. Pereira
(16-8-2019)

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Author:

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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